Dear Reader, I hope memes for my word, NEVERTHELESS, are meaningful to you this year. I'd love to share a little more about my personal one word for 2019, Nevertheless. For more information about One Word 365, click on the icon below.
Sometimes I think candy bars are an invention of Satan. I know they really aren’t, but there is probably no candy bar that I don’t really enjoy. Maybe enjoy isn’t quite the right words, perhaps savor is a better description.
I like think of myself as efficient, a good steward of time and resources. Sounds good, doesn't it? Actually, I just need a good reason for doing things around the house. You know, like cleaning house or painting a room.
Tom did a terrific job painting the dining room, entry, and hall. He was patient and flexible getting old and new wall art arranged. But it took a surprise celebration for him to motivate me to get the kitchen painted and redecorated.
Dear Reader, have you been bitten by the decorating bug? Thanks to sites and shows, even someone who's never considered themselves "artistic" can get creative.
I just can't believe it! Even if I believed it, how am I supposed to get it? The townspeople we told looked at us like we'd lost our minds. Can't say as I blame them; if someone came running up to me saying what we said to them, I'd think he was crazy, too.
Do you have any idea about the size and makeup of an entourage that accompanies a guy of my status? Seriously? It looks like a traveling circus! All we need is the Flying Wallendas to make it complete.
It's true confessions time, Dear Reader. Who's got a mug, or a plaque, or a tote with Jeremiah 29: 11 on it?
It's almost a badge of Christendom, isn't it?
In the midst of warnings about capitivity and enslavement, Jeremiah drops this jewel that we've memorize, claim, and love.
Seriously, Man, did you really think you would have to smooze me in order for me to take Onesimus back without retribution? Do you think so poorly of me, or was that just a little insurance against me not doing you a "little favor"?
I planted a few flower bulbs this spring. As I hoed the soil, I found a few old, dried up bulbs that never bloomed. Still I hoed, pulled weeds, dropped in new bulbs...
I did everything they demanded, Still there was no release. Now, they had raised the ransom. My brain was blazing with frustration. My heart was racing toward panic. Time was crucial.
I was being held hostage, and time had become my enemy.
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